217 He will be in trouble in the future
When Ping'an and the others returned home, the master had not yet arrived home.
Of course, he could have gone to the infirmary.
He didn't wash up. Uncle Wang said he would come over in the afternoon. If the master didn't come back, it might not be done. No one was willing to trust a child of eleven or twelve years old.
A quarter of an hour later, Er Qiang came to report: "Everything is safe, the eldest son is back, Uncle Wang is here too, they are all waiting for you in the front yard."
"Got it." Ping'an had just packed his medical box. He had drained the abbot's fluid in the morning and some things had not been disinfected in time.
He stood up, but Er Qiang grabbed his medical kit and said, "Let me get it. Are you going to remove the thing on Uncle Wang's neck? It looks scary."
"Well, if we don't remove it, it might affect his life. If it's too big, it might be dangerous."
Ninety percent are benign lipomas, but it is not ruled out that ten percent are malignant. There was no concept of cancer in ancient times, so it is not convenient for him to explain.
In the front yard living room, Sun Sicheng was examining Wang Qi: "Master Wang, this thing of yours has been growing for at least one or two years, right?"
"Yes, it's been two years. At first it was a small lump, no different from a mosquito bite, but it kept getting bigger and bigger until it became what it is today. I've also been to Baicaotang, and the doctor said it wasn't water or pus inside, but a tumor. They didn't dare to operate on it, and neither did I."
Ping An came in and stood quietly aside.
Sun Sicheng glanced at him and said, "Ping An, come and take a look at the tumor here, Master Wang."
Ping An took two steps forward and carefully observed the tumor with his hand. As he thought, it was a lipoma, but it was growing faster.
"Uncle Wang, this lump of flesh doesn't hurt or itch for now, it's just a bit of a nuisance, but it's growing so fast, you'd better cut it off, medicine can't dissolve it. I mean, you have a neck area with many blood vessels, most doctors don't dare to treat it, it just happened to be my master."
The thing Wang Qi fears most in his life is blood. He is also afraid of needles, and even more so of acupuncture. Just thinking about cutting meat with a knife, and there being a lump as big as an egg, makes him tremble all over.
He himself was puzzled. Why was he, who was not afraid of hardship or fatigue, afraid of a tiny needle? He dared to dig up coffins and pick up bones, but could not stand the sight of blood.
"Little Doctor, what will happen if I don't have the surgery?"
"Uncle Wang, you can imagine that without me telling you. When the thing inside grows bigger, the skin will be too tight, which will not only be uncomfortable, but also prone to inflammation and pus. What's worse, if it grows deeper and blocks the blood vessels, it will be very dangerous."
Wang Qi opened his mouth to say he did it, but his mouth couldn't open.
Sun Sicheng saw that he couldn't make up his mind for a moment, and then he saw that it was getting dark outside and would soon be dark. He and Ping An had made such a bag several times, but usually on the legs or arms, the neck was much more complicated.
"Master Wang, let me give you this. Go back and think about it overnight. If you are willing to do it, come to my house at dawn tomorrow. I will delay my departure for an hour for you. If you don't come after dawn, I can't wait for you. There are more than a dozen people waiting to go back."
Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll go back and think about it. I'm really tired today. Master, Doctor, thank you for your help, thank you for your help."
Ping An looked at the man who was in a hurry to leave and sighed, "Master, Uncle Wang is a little afraid of blood, and is also a little afraid of needles and knives. I don't think he will come tomorrow, but if his neck is not cut now, it will be very troublesome in the future."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "That's none of our business. He obviously doesn't want to do it. I can't force him to have surgery. He should be fine in the short term. We should come here within two years. I'm a little worried about the abbot. His health is much worse now. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go eat."
It is said that Wang Quan saw his father coming out.
"Why, isn't the eldest master at home? Can't he treat you now?"
Wang Qi got in the car and said, "Let's go back first. He told me to think about it carefully tonight. If I want to get rid of it, I have to come to his house early tomorrow morning. Otherwise, they will leave and go back."
Wang Quan nodded: "That's fine, we'll come over at dawn tomorrow."
The next morning, at the Sun family.
Sun Sicheng and Ping'an finished their breakfast. The sky gradually brightened. He asked Jixiang to go to the door to check again, while Ping'an directed Erqiang and others to put their luggage away.
In all likelihood, Uncle Wang would not come. He always thought that it was just a nuisance, not a big deal, and could be delayed as long as possible.
This would be bad, but he had done his best.
In fact, the Wang family did their best this time, and his master would only charge him a sum for the medicine, and it was impossible for him to charge him much silver. Besides, although the Wang family was not rich, they could live a good life.
Another quarter of an hour later, Sun Sicheng said, "Let's get going."
He was not very willing to have the tumor on his neck removed. If he really did, he might not be able to leave today. The patient's family might not be willing to do so, and he himself was a little worried.
The three carriages soon set off.
At the Wang family, Mrs. Wang was so angry when she saw her husband being so shy that he didn't want to go out. "My son got up early and waited outside the door with the carriage ready. What do you want? I told the doctor that it might be dangerous if it continues to grow like this. Since you are not afraid of death, why would you be afraid of having it cut off? That's the eldest son, the eldest son of Baicaotang."
Wang Quan waited for his father to come out again, so he jumped out of the car and ran to the yard.
"Dad, it's already daybreak, the eldest son must have left. We don't know when they will come next time. Look at you, you can't even hold your head straight now, what will you do when you grow up?"
Wang Qi let out a long breath and said, "Let's go. It doesn't really hurt. If it doesn't grow any longer, then it doesn't matter."
Mrs. Wang followed and got into the car: "Why don't you hurry up? How come it's so bright all of a sudden? Oh my God, Quanzi, hurry up, your father is not a man at all."
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Quan arrived at Sun's residence, but the doorman told him that the eldest master had been waiting for him for quite some time and had only been gone for a quarter of an hour.
The Wang family was now anxious, and the couple asked their son to chase after him.
Wang Quan sighed, "The eldest master and his companions have been walking for a quarter of an hour. Think about it, is his horse faster, or is my mule faster?"
A quarter of an hour is not long, but it is enough for a horse to run more than ten miles.
Ping An didn't know about these things about the Wang family, and he didn't have time to think about them. The master had been testing him question by question, one question and one answer at a time, and he had long been accustomed to this pattern.
At noon, it started to drizzle, which made everyone happy. The better if it rained more and heavier, there would be no drought and the border war might even be eased.
After all, isn’t it all about food?
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